My life was perfect. Everything you could ever need I had. A generally stable family. An annoying best friend. Money. But none of these things helped with the fact life also felt really fucking shit.
Now no. I’m not exaggerating or saying that for attention because I already have all the attention I want being the resident “bad boy”. I had this gaping hole inside of me ,whether it’s in my lung or in my heart, it was always there.
My first thought Was that I had some type of fucking disease or mental issue. But doctor after doctor after doctor all came back with the same results. I was fine.
What I didn’t know though, was the reason I felt like I was missing something was because I was. I was missing her.
I was missing My little Lavender.